Friday, March 25, 2011

Fading Nymph

On the shores of a vast lake
fog treads over soft flakes.
Wounded footprints in tribulations
carries such unnecessary hate.
A girl floats by my side,
a half nude nymph.
Hair is long and wavy
and eyes colored maroon.
About her waist is a beaded string
and a stuffed pouch tied on.
She holds the treasures
many would consider trash.

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